Nobody is Promised Tomorrow. . .
This Blog started in 2001 as a Trip Log to record a summer in Alaska. Since then, it has morphed into my online diary.
The day has not improved.
Not much was accomplished.
Orchids watered. A little decluttering. September photos cataloged.
Most recently dozed in the comfy chair like a cat.
And wondered: Is it time to deploy the heating pad to the chair?
And only 23 days until the beginning of the end.
Or the end of the beginning.
I plan on being in Kona in 20 days.
Productive day.
Turned some odds and ends into a nice ragu.
And got the kitchen cleaned up afterward.
That’s important.
And the Origami Dojo has been beaten into some semblance of order.
Woke up this morning. (Yay!)
Woke up this morning and realized that for the first time in maybe 40 years I have NO printer.
It was unsettling.
I printed labels for the ragu I was freezing.
By hand.
On Avery label stock.
It was quicker than using the printer.
Took a little stroll around the grounds last night after dinner.
And a little walk this morning while my room is being cleaned.
So. It’s time to do something. Anything.
OK. I can tidy up the dojo.
At least make a space to actually fold some paper.
OH. And while I am at it.
Upgrade to Mac OS 27.
There was some collateral damage. The ancient printer no longer works. I think I could maybe have gotten it to work. But it didn’t seem like a good use of my limited supply of patience. SO. I immediately rushed the printer and its two cables down to electronics recycling.
I really did pay $11 for it. 11 years ago.
I will just go down and use the house printer now.
Apple forced downsizing.
Seriously people.
Will it be the second American Civil War?
Or will it be fascism of the worst sort?
I was thinking about this in the shower this morning.
Hot showers will be one of the first things to go if it’s civil war.
That’s pretty much my day.
Did spend some time wondering what it means to be an American.
Will “we, the people” have the courage to take our country back?
Or will we remain as passive victims of a hostile takeover?
26 days from now.
Larry did all the work. I had all the fun helping sell all his hard work.
I was very well compensated.
He brought cookies for his sales staff.
We had about all the fun that octogenarians can stand before needing a nap.
Isn’t it amazing?
I am an octogenarian.
Well, the drugs aren’t a miracle cure.
TN was still annoying today.
Not incapacitating.
A win.
A lesson in impermanence.
A splendid way to end the day.
My trigeminal neuralgia sneaked back into my life just before the cruise.
This morning I surrendered and broke out the drugs.
This attack isn’t totally debilitating.
But it is totally annoying.
Not expecting a cure.
I haven’t been able to comb my hair in a week.
Hoping to be able to comb my hair.
But today is not about not combing my hair.
I went out for a stroll for pictures and some groceries.
Made pea soup.
Cleaned up after making soup.
Hung a picture.
Did some financial things.
Folded some paper.
That’s a lot for me.
Grateful that I kept my immersion blender.
Also grateful that I can still hang a picture.
A small picture.
In the bathroom.
The orchids survived without their weekly spa day.
Nothing worrisome in the mail.
My friends are all doing as well as can be expected when ancient.
But the boat was better.
(A friend’s video. Just a bunch of guys getting ready for hula practice at 6am. Carlton loved these simple “chicken skin” moments. Au hui hou.)
We are not ready to be going home tomorrow.
Home to 18 months of elevator replacement.
Home were chickpea and spinach skillet is considered a dinner entree.
Home where I don’t have to use my phone for everything.
Home. Where the clean underdrawers are.
Most excellent dolphins this morning.
Heading north. Still nice and warm. Good reading and resting weather.
In the wee hours the faithful gather for a caffeine fix.
And finally
Not sure what’s GRAND about Grand Bahama.
We are heading north now. Never really got south of Miami.
So what have we been doing? Not much.
The youngest member of our trio has been swimming a lot.
I have tried to walk 4 miles a day.
Books have been read.
Puzzles have been puzzled.
And naps. Yes naps.
I considered picking up an age appropriate man. But the trouble with picking up age appropriate men is that you literally have to pick them up.